Seeing The Edges, Of Dad. Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Seeing The Edges, Of Dad.
ROAMING free, in a spell bound
dream, there are snakes here,
dangerous snakes, and the isolation,
of a drunken king, one man grapples,
another crys, another throws himself,
into the wicked night.
ROAMING free, into the devels arms,
theres are drugs to make you like him,
and drugs to stop your heart,
there are snakes here, dangerous snakes,
and the isolation of a drunked king.
IT'S GREAT MATE, A DEEP READ WITH A EDGE LIKE A SWORD REGARDS ALLAN
Goodness, this is powerful. Loved the last part best: -)
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5/2/2024 7:35:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I think this is your best yet. I like the lyrical style of it.